This is The Daily Bone and I'm your diligent doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
As you know, I'm always on the look-out for the Evil Squirrel Cartel. But even I have to take a break once in a while.
While I was napping, this notorious character appeared on a branch of the birch tree outside of ghostwriter's office window. Ghostwriter thinks this is alias Twinkle-toes, who is sometimes seen hanging upside down from the clothesline trying to get to the birdie feeder, or chasing Mr. Fatty White-ears around in the silver maple tree.
|Hi. Are you my waitress?
|Hey! How about getting me a peanut butter sandwich?
|Hmmph! The service here is terrible!
|I'll be leaving a poor report in the ESC newspaper! Ciao!
He finally turned tail and took off across the street where the service is probably better!
Can you believe the nerve of that guy?
Everybody knows this is a private food emporium!
Well, I'd better be getting back to work. Cheeky squirrels!